He worked the farm with the hired help, however, never getting his own hands into the soil. At the moment, he was strolling across the field beside the lane, smoking a pipe and wearing a tweed jacket and twill trousers, his only concession to being a farmer was the rubber boots he wore because of the cow shit. Pipe smoke trailed behind him on the still, fresh air and Jake was feeling content, pleased that he had left the bustle of the city behind him.

Then he saw his daughter jogging down the lane and he no longer felt so content.

Jake felt disturbed – and aroused.

He had not failed to notice how nubile his daughter had recently become, and he had been troubled by incestuous fantasies concerning the girl. He felt embarrassed and ashamed of these depraved yearnings, but he could not deny them – nor could he deny the stirring he felt in his cock and balls whenever he looked at Bonny nowadays.

As she rode past, Bonny saw her daddy and waved to him, smiling. He waved back, but his return smile was strained. He clenched his pipe stem more firmly in his teeth and, when the girl was past, shook his head as if bewildered. When she had raised her hand to wave, her tee shirt had stretched tightly across her bouncing tits, revealing the stiffness of her nipples and now, gazing after her departing form, Jake watched her heart-shaped ass bob around on the horse. He saw that her shorts were so tight that little half-moons of her ass-cheeks showed. He thought he had even detected a few wisps of curly pubic hair coiling out from those chopped-off legholes. The crotchband of her shorts had been damp, too. Jake felt sure that it was only sweat, or lather from the pony's back, but it was exciting, nevertheless.

His cock began to rise, jamming into his cavalry twill trousers, and his balls started to swell. Jake puffed furiously on his pipe and watched Bonny ride away, her long blonde hair streaming out behind her like the pony's tail, and her delectable little ass bouncing and wriggling delightfully.